*Hey guys, sorry I wasn't on yesterday. I threw up and had to skip school. But now I'm back :)*
Theren is in a coma-like state in his room.
Phoenix is baking up a cake.
Ban is sitting in front of wherever Rene was buried, staring at the grave.
-annnd a character taken from elden ring-
A huge cathedral-esque place has appeared overnight in a field.
Lore is punching a boulder outside, enraged. Her knuckles are bloody to the point where bone can be seen under the flesh.
Jack appears beside Phoenix, grinning.
I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.
The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.
The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.
The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.
A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.
The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness.
- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.
The King and his guards are watching the cathedral.
There is a shuffling noise as Theren stumbles towards her. "L-lore..."
"Hello dear."
There is a blast of wind and a distant roar from inside the cathedral.
Lore turns around, her eyes burning almost red. "What."
He hugs him, yawning.
The King narrows his eyes and walks inside, his guards following behind him carefully.
Theren takes her hands. "Please stop..."
Phoenix chuckles a bit. "sleepy are we?"
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A huge cathedral-esque place has appeared overnight in a field.
Cadmus walks up to it, its long scroll ready. “Fascinating. Local belief is always fun to investigate.”
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Prince in Yellow is silently drifting through the land outside of town, hovering a foot above the ground. They’re looking for something.
They see a huge cathedral in the middle of a field.
Slightly confused, they enter the cathedral, curious.
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A huge cathedral-esque place has appeared overnight in a field.
Cadmus walks up to it, its long scroll ready. “Fascinating. Local belief is always fun to investigate.”
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
Cadmus writes all of this down, completely ignoring the death threat and lethal weapon. “How interesting! Whom did they betray, and what happened to the other kings?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey guys, sorry I wasn't on yesterday. I threw up and had to skip school. But now I'm back :)*
Theren is in a coma-like state in his room.
Phoenix is baking up a cake.
Ban is sitting in front of wherever Rene was buried, staring at the grave.
-annnd a character taken from elden ring-
A huge cathedral-esque place has appeared overnight in a field.
Lore is punching a boulder outside, enraged. Her knuckles are bloody to the point where bone can be seen under the flesh.
Jack appears beside Phoenix, grinning.
I recall the moment when I first laid my eyes on the King. It was in the deepest and darkest places of Feywild, which belonged to the Gloaming Court. Her Majesty of Air and Darkness had requested me to deliver a letter to one of her old companions, whom she referred to as a friend. This was unusual for the queen, considering her distrustful nature towards others. It seemed like she genuinely meant it and this made me anxious.
The King's palace was enormous, made entirely of imposing obsidian spires that seemed capable of piercing the sky like arrow tips. I made my way past his heavily armed guards, and throughout my stay in the castle, I realized that he had no servants, only guards who were armed to the teeth.
The throne, situated in the center of the room, was an imposing sight to behold. It was crafted from black marble with silver veins, giving it a regal and majestic look. The room was reminiscent of a geode with its darkly glittering waters, adding to its mystical ambiance.
The king, sitting on the throne, was a formidable figure, covered from head to toe in thick black plate armor. On his shoulders, he wore skull-visaged pauldrons to complete his intimidating look. A slightly torn black cloak hung from his broad shoulders while his head was covered with a hood, adding to his mysterious aura.
A sword with a glinting hilt sat in its sheath around his hip, ready to be used at a moment's notice. The hilt was intricately crafted and detailed, showcasing the king's lavish taste in weaponry. The mask he wore was made of gleaming silver, shaped like a skull. It was a work of art, a testament to his wealth and power.
The king's black eyes were piercing, staring down at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. As I gazed up at him, I saw my fearful expression staring back from the pools of darkness.
- From the Journal of Yggilv, The Traveler.
The King and his guards are watching the cathedral.
There is a shuffling noise as Theren stumbles towards her. "L-lore..."
"Hello dear."
There is a blast of wind and a distant roar from inside the cathedral.
Lore turns around, her eyes burning almost red. "What."
He hugs him, yawning.
The King narrows his eyes and walks inside, his guards following behind him carefully.
Theren takes her hands. "Please stop..."
Phoenix chuckles a bit. "sleepy are we?"
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
Lore stops and turns on heel. She pushes him in the chest "You decided to go. Running away from everything, including me. YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE ME."
He nods, burying his face in Pheonix's shirt.
He chuckles humorlessly "Lower your blade, I want nothing to do with you or your [GP] chapel." he says.
A huge cathedral-esque place has appeared overnight in a field.
Cadmus walks up to it, its long scroll ready. “Fascinating. Local belief is always fun to investigate.”
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
Cadmus writes all of this down, completely ignoring the death threat and lethal weapon. “How interesting! Whom did they betray, and what happened to the other kings?”
"Tarnished warrior. Thou are a fool. Prepare to meet your end."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Prince in Yellow is silently drifting through the land outside of town, hovering a foot above the ground. They’re looking for something.
They see a huge cathedral in the middle of a field.
Slightly confused, they enter the cathedral, curious.
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
”last of all kings? Who might you be? A murderer? A tyrant?” The prince says, eyeing the sword underneath their mask.
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Theren takes her hands. "Please stop..."
Phoenix chuckles a bit. "sleepy are we?"
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Horrible..."
"What does that mean?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“That’s to be expected, I assume. Can you still feel the Nameless God in any capacity?”
<I encountered a man who claimed to be the son of you and Jackson, and I believe he was planning to kill you.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hellooooo*
The Prince in Yellow is silently drifting through the land outside of town, hovering a foot above the ground. They’re looking for something.
He shakes his head no. "I expended a lot of energy to banish him."
"I...Jack and I had a kid?"
*Who ya choosing for the cathedral?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They see a huge cathedral in the middle of a field.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Good. You know we should really name him. Just out of spite. Like you might to your rival in a Pokémon game before 2019.”
<Presumably so.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What?"
"That...oh gods above.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Slightly confused, they enter the cathedral, curious.
Once they are inside they see 6 glowing thrones. There is the sound of footsteps as a figure slowly walks down the stairs up ahead. "Graceless Tarnished. What is thy business with these thrones?" one he is about half-way down and sees the thrones he speaks again, looking at each throne. "Ahhh...Godrick the Golden. The twin prodigies, Miquella and Malenia. General Radahn. Praetor Rykard. Lunar Princess Ranni. Wilful traitors all." he slams his staff into the ground, switching his grip on it. "Thy kind are all of a piece." he raises the staff in front of his face. "Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition." the staff cracks and shatters, turning into a wickedly sharp blade. "Have it writ upon thy meager grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Never mind.”
<What is it?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cadmus writes all of this down, completely ignoring the death threat and lethal weapon. “How interesting! Whom did they betray, and what happened to the other kings?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lore stops and turns on heel. She pushes him in the chest "You decided to go. Running away from everything, including me. YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE ME."
He nods, burying his face in Pheonix's shirt.
He chuckles humorlessly "Lower your blade, I want nothing to do with you or your [GP] chapel." he says.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Ok then..."
"We had a kid and he hates us?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Haha future son coming to the present. Love breaking timelines.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Tarnished warrior. Thou are a fool. Prepare to meet your end."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I KNEW TIME TRAVEL WAS INVOLVED, IT’S JUST LIKE DRAGON BALL EXCEPT NOT EVEN A LITTLE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
”last of all kings? Who might you be? A murderer? A tyrant?” The prince says, eyeing the sword underneath their mask.